This is a song about "The school shooting at m"

That you can't fit inside a jansport, go to school with this

Words shooting out the barrel faster than excalibur slashes

While we going through the school

Gotta lotta stuff, fool

I'm tryin' pimp em i'm trying to be that cool

When im waiting for mealtime at school

So now he sacrificed his adolesence turned his image to a ghoul

People would look at me in disgust, while i was on the bus to my school

Hahaha, yothese felonies be like prophecies beggin me to stop

Lucifer's shooting ya, crucified on crucifixes and the awful lot,

Lunch times at school, the closest bet like wayne in this phrase/

So they just keep going, saying nigga in his face

Box logo hoodies and goodies from buddies that understand

We avoid the truth when it's shooting at us at point blank

Lunch times at school, the closest bet like wayne in this phrase

I ain't looking in her eyes but her face